Yomigaeri no Maou

Wait in the Arena Lobby for the childhood tamers who have finished qualifying round two.

Of course, Kyou and Iris are with us.

There will still be many games in this arena after this, but there is nothing wrong with leaving here because there is not so much interest besides the games of the childhood trainers.

Besides, the Lulu's still have a game to watch.

The Gayas' game must be seen for anything.

The same goes for the Rustys on that point, which is why they planned to meet up this way and head to the game venue for the Gayas.

After a while, three childhood tamers walked from one direction to the other with the athletes' lounge in the arena.

As for Mi and Yuri, they weren't so worn out after the match, and I can see that they were relatively easy to win.

Rusty was exhausted, making me wonder how hard it must have been inside like I said.

In fact, Rusty would have been the strongest opponent.

That knight had not a bad arm.

That said, it wasn't enough to challenge Patrick.

Maybe that's why Patrick told him to beat his apprentice before he did.

Rusty and the others waved closer when they recognized Lulu and the others in their sight.

"Lulu! How was my game!?

Rusty asks me that shortly after I see him.

On the side Mi and Yuri were asking Iris the same thing.

Because I can't see it objectively on my own, or I seem concerned about how well the game is done.

Lulu answers the question with a laugh.

"I don't think it was a bad idea. Especially around the last time I dared to create a gap to lure the opponent off guard, it was so-so."

"Is that true!? Ok."

He was glad to hear those words because Lulu never praised Rusty so much among mock warfare in his hometown.

I held my hand and gasped.

However, it still doesn't seem to be Tengu, and Rusty once again talked about a knight who was his opponent.

Fighting and finding out, I'm pretty sure that knight was strong, but he wasn't strong enough to put up for Patrick, and if he was an adventurer at best, he'd have been intermediate superior.

And he said that he could beat it because he had rigorous training in the village, and he kept his mind tight by saying that he would have to continue to train well.

After that, the story also shifted about Mi and Yuri's opponents, but Mi's opponent's huge man, regardless of his physique, strength itself would have ranged from primary to intermediate inferior.

It seems that Yuri's opponent, Ortes, was about intermediate inferior, but he was too incompatible with Yuri.

This means that Ortez did not have enough strength to continue to keep his ties constantly and to deal with spirits who would not be frightened if they were hurt.

Then he moved to other arenas to see the Gayas game.

Along the way, I wander around the dewstore, tummy up, and feel a little festive.

Much more vibrant than usual, the Wang Capital enjoyed just walking, and it was somewhere that my heart played this way for the first time in a long time with the childhood tamers again.

That's how we get to the arena where the Gayas are scheduled to play their game.

Like the arena I was in earlier, I showed the gold badge on my chest to the receptionist, and as soon as I went inside, I reached the lobby.

There was still a match table posted at the center, where I could find the Gayas' names.

Looking at the match table, Rusty says.

"... it doesn't seem like a particularly well-known opponent"

"Well, it's still a qualifying round, and it's World War II. It would be a jade stone crossing. Because it feels like the beginner and intermediate classes are mostly, partly advanced, and rarely insane, it is inevitably the beginner or intermediate that is easy to bump into. If we're lucky, there's a chance that even intermediate will make it to the main race, and on the contrary, we won't have to go as far as winning. Tournament."

When Lulu returns it that way, Rusty nods.

"We'd appreciate it if the superiors and the superiors bumped into each other and crushed each other... it'd be funny if Lulu was all like that"

The moment Rusty said that, I felt something chilly on my spine.

I wonder what the hell is going on, while Lulu quickly regains his mind and continues the conversation.

"That and this all depend on luck. I'm glad it wasn't a total win or something. That said... the Gayas still seem tough."

"Those guys haven't been around a day since they became adventurers, so they're still junior... and considering that, we just won the first round this year, isn't that enough? If I win the second round of the qualifying round, I think that's the toast."

"If that's what you mean, it's only been a few months since the adventurer registration, and you've already handled that toast, Rusty."

Rusty frowned when Lulu said so.

"... no, not yet. Win until the third round... No, if you can, you can go to the main race."

That's what I said and held my fist.

Rusty's goal seems to be pretty high.

If you go up that far, you'll be quite likely to hit advanced, and luck alone won't do anything about it.

But it's good to be upbeat.

Lulu decided to support his friend's goal and slapped him on the shoulder and said, "You can do it."

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"I knew it was hard."

Rusty couldn't help but say he was disadvantaged, he squealed like that all the time watching that game.

What is happening in front of us is a match between one of Gaya's party members, the healer Sharika.

Opponents are female spears, which means from Sharika, a rather compatible combination of healer opponents.

Moreover, the spear-man woman feels that the elementary school has a degree of strength to fall out.

I'm used to handling spears, and even though I understand that my opponent is less powerful than I am, I didn't feel alarmed by that attitude at all.

From Sharika's point of view, unlike the first round of the qualifying round, it goes without saying that the second round of the qualifying round, which has to go on the offense itself, is a very tough one, without going beyond the impossibility of fighting at a party and only having to be responsible for recovery.

But it was something I knew from the beginning to say that if I won the first round of the qualifying round, I would inevitably fight alone afterwards.

More than that, we should have thought that he had the skill to fight alone.

So the spear woman's vigilance was right, and in fact Sharika showed it well in response to that expectation.

He showed up unarmed with nothing. He didn't even grasp the wand he always had in his hand.

Seeing that, Lulu and Illis tilted their necks.

Because I didn't know what the hell you were going to do.

But right after the game starts, it turns out what he's trying to do.

At the same time as the game began, Sharika applied slow (kanji) healing magic to her own body, not so effective on top of it, but she applied physical strengthening magic and jumped with her fists to spears.

The fact that he is a fist fighter was revealed there.

Usually, I didn't know Lulu or Illis because I didn't have that at all, but the Rustys didn't seem to.

If you ask me, they seem to be training from time to time and working out at the "Explorer of the Times (Elam Kupiddle)" -owned training center.

The teacher, belonging to the same family (clan), is his parent, who was originally a monk, and has worn healing witchcraft and fist-fighting techniques since his birth.

Surprised by the unexpected fact, if you do recall, Sharika's movements were more convincing to be said to belong to a martial artist than to a healer.

Sharica's fist, which is waved in front of her, does make her feel after her training, and a low-level demon opponent is likely to be sufficiently useful.

That said, now his opponent is a spear man with the strength there, and he seemed tough on Sharika's strength, both in terms of strength and in terms of reach.

His fists were lightly embellished all over the place, and eventually he was speared in the tip of his nose, and the game went hand in hand with the end.

"But you must have worked hard"

That's how Lulu groaned at Rusty, who said it was difficult, and then applauded Sharika for showing enough struggle in elementary school to make a good fight.

Sharika also bowed to the audience and shook hands with the opponent's spear woman.

All in all, I'd say it was a soothing good game.

Once again, the audience honored the two battles, and the next time they joined, they reinforced their applause in anticipation of the two being even stronger.

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The next thing to start is a game of Girl Yu, a magician of the Cat Beast Clan (Animazeas).

The opponent is the same magician as her, and roughly as powerful, so he is a boy.

Powerfully, it seemed to be a card that lacked a relative boost in the fighting competitions, and the audience thought the reaction was dull, and surprisingly, the audience watched the game closely.

It's just not a feverish gaze, like when watching the games of those with intermediate or advanced strength, but rather a warm, that's what my child's gaze is directed at.

That is also because this is how we refer to the battles between the elementary classmates in WWII because they are smiling in various respects, such as strength, scale, and age, and because there are very few future heroes coming out of those who fought these battles sooner or later, as a kind of specialty everyone is looking forward to.

In fact, the battle also felt like a small, clearly boring, on an extremely large scale compared to earlier flighty matches of sorcery and warriors' diverse moves.

But both were uniquely appealing to this side of the battle, which seemed to convey something serious and seriously challenging, as well as pure and honest feelings.

From the perspective of quite a few magicians, the reward of very naive and less powerful sorcery was a battle of all-powerful sorcery that if you change your view, you have outgrown your power to your limits, and working sweat into that control. That seemed to tell the audience how seriously they were challenging this game.

Yuyu and the opponent's boy's witchcraft always antagonized, and that seemed unresolved, and it was then that we gradually ran out of focus and magic on each other.

Yuyu went into battle and dared to step forward and get attacked by a magician boy.

Seeing that, the audience thought.

She said maybe she was after this from the beginning.

In fact, that was when the magician boy unleashed a ball of flame towards Yuyu, which was extinguished by the magic of Yuyu's ball of water, and immediately afterwards, he began chanting to see the magic again, arguably at an exquisite time.

Perhaps Yuyu had attempted to do it at what time by repeating the magic reward over and over again.

The boy who went into chanting couldn't seem to react to the fact that his opponent started acting differently from what he had done earlier, and he also thought that stopping chanting was similar to making himself defenseless.

In surprise, without disturbing the concentration, he continued his chant of witchcraft.

The rest was a battle between Yuyu getting into the boy's nostalgia first or the boy finishing his chant.

I'd say that moment carried the audience no less excitement than the other contestants' matches that have been played so far.

When I said a moment of sweat gripping in my hand, it was a moment when it was shown that only high strength did not necessarily shape, but that it was created by a bump between those who had outdone their full strength.

At that moment when Yuyu shakes up that nail specific to the Cat Beast Clan (Animazeas) to the boy and tries to mutilate his body, the chant of witchcraft is completed at the ripping time.

When the aggregated magic seemed to shed light and be emitted toward Yuyu, Yuyu responded by quickly inverting himself to deflect his body from the point of the magic landing, even though he knew it would happen.

The finished boy's sorcery, the fireball, couldn't keep up with such Yuyu's speed, landed a bullet where she'd stood so far, slightly scorched the stage, but that's all.

And by the time the boy realized, Yuyu's long nails were imminent.

The boy's body is mutilated and wounded by its sharp nails.

The boy who fell into the pain rushed to pick up the wand and point it at Yuyu, understanding that the wound was still a minor injury from the pain, but Yuyu's nails were poked at the tip of the boy's nose as he looked back.

The boy understands the situation and snaps a word.

"... mine, it's a loss"

Moments, cheers filled the venue.